Letters… I write her letters, with the words I wished I’d say out loud, yet am unable to let it out.I write her of things

The den of fiction writer, poetry maker and magic enthusiast.
Letters… I write her letters, with the words I wished I’d say out loud, yet am unable to let it out.I write her of things
– You’re really getting restless Elly, this is not the time to do it now. – Standing next to the window of third floor dorm
Your touch becomes tainted, with each and every single breath taken – it repeats the way it goes – all the way around the soul…